Realistic Game

  Chapter 211 Pet Contract

   "Oh, man, why bother? You only have two hundred less than Jinus, five thousand? You use noble ones? Something will happen, you make so much, stop it, don't be greedy."

  The player sighed and persuaded with all his heart.

   "You don't need to worry about it! I take the money, you just collect the money."

   "Okay, okay, I'm telling the truth, I'm a liar, I just want to lie to you for money, and I will disappear when you give me the money."

"I do not believe."

   "If you were a liar, would you pay me back? Would you tell me?

  I see, you just think the money is too little. Okay, I will add more money! "

  The butler gritted his teeth and spoke out.

   "Six thousand, I voted six thousand Nass, is that enough?"

  "This. Alas, do you think we are a liar."

  The player pulled another player next to him and asked.

   "Yes, we are really liars, but your aristocrats, we really don't want to mess with them. How else would we return the money to you? You just let us go?"

   "Is it too small? Seven thousand five hundred and seventy kinas, I voted for seven thousand five hundred and seventy kinas, that's enough!"

   While talking, the butler also grabbed a handful of Kinnas and placed it in the player's hand.

   "I'm going to get the money, this will trouble you, trouble you."

  The butler turned around and left. The two players looked at each other and sighed slightly.

"Ugh."

After a while, the red-faced butler took two players with sad faces out of the castle, and the guards who followed them were carrying several large boxes in their hands.

  You can still hear what the two players are muttering when you are so close.

   "I blame you, I missed my mouth, you are all right to talk nonsense."

   "What? I didn't mean it. Rather than complaining about me, it's better to think about how to explain to the boss later.

  The boss strictly ordered us not to disclose the news, otherwise we would be known by others, and if the boss was disturbed, the two of us could not eat. "

   "Seven thousand five, still a little bit less, some time ago someone voted for ten thousand boss, the boss is very reluctant to accept, his face is not very good, our more than seven thousand"

   "Hey, I still have to find a way to push him."

   Listening to the sighs of the two behind him, the housekeeper showed a trace of complacency, but at this moment, a player suddenly ran over and shouted.

   "Master butler, Master butler, they are liars, don't be fooled, they are both liars!"

  The butler frowned slightly, but his face suddenly changed when he heard the excitement of the players behind him.

   "Hey, some people say we are liars!"

  "It’s just right here. Let’s not give the butler a chance. I will count three and two and just run away. Remember, we have been exposed and fled in a hurry. Don’t give the butler a chance. Just listen to me."

  The butler's face changed drastically.

   "Come on, beat me to death with a stick!"

  Before the words fell, a few fighters appeared in front of the player, and a few sticks exploded it, splashing blood.

  The butler looked back and saw the error on the faces of the two players, and said slightly proudly.

   "Don't worry, I won't let the mob bump into the two of you."

   "This is indeed what we are."

   "Okay, I won't send it here, wait for your news."

  After speaking, the butler quickly walked away without waiting for the two to reply.

   Seeing this, the two players looked at each other, and finally shrugged.

  I was still muttering something in his mouth, but his expression was so relaxed now.

   "Where did this shameful pen come from?"

   "It should be the group of evil pens from Ao Shi Guihui. They just arrived at Red Maple City and stared at us, causing us a lot of loss."

   "Yeah, plan to step on our upper position? What reaction will the president have?"

  As soon as this player asked, another player looked at him with surprise.

   "Will the president have a second reaction?"

   "Hmm, too."

  The player squeezed his wrist, with a slight grin on his face.

  "Screenshot.jpg"

  Zou Peng sent a screenshot, and Mo Lan clicked it to take a look.

  A fish covered in black scales was reflected in Mo Lan’s eyelids, dark and thick diamond-shaped fish scales, huge body, round head, and wide fins on the sides like wings. This look made Mo Lan slightly stunned.

  The big fish in the photo is swimming proudly in the air, with its fins patted, the head of the fish turns, and it seems to be about to escape into the water.

  It took a long time for Mo Lan to come back to his senses, looked at the spell model on the table, heartbroken, and opened the chat box to send a message to Zou Peng.

   "I want this fish!!!"

  "This is Kunpeng. [Piaozui]"

  "I want this Kunpeng!!!"

   "I know, I'll keep it for you, but you should hurry up. The lotus flowers on this pool are all potions, and so are the lotus roots below.

  If it weren’t for the fear of damage and the incomplete lotus knots could not be taken out, I would have let people go and pick them at the same time. "

   "OK, OK, it shouldn't be long, I'm a bit of a sign."

"Ah That's good."

  Close the chat box, Mo Lan devoted all his attention to research.

  A week passed quickly, and Mo Lan looked at the several experimental reports on his desktop, showing a slight smile.

The originally planned collective tackling week did not appear. These vice-chairmen and elders were stronger than one, and they took the initiative to hand in the experimental reports before Mo Lan urged them. Contest.

  Those who can be here are proud geniuses. Although you want to communicate with like-minded people, the premise must be at the same level.

   "My idea of ​​setting up the Mage Association is indeed correct. If this experiment is done by myself, it may not be able to produce such results in a month.

  Now it came out in just a week, and it is still very complete, with records in all aspects and extensions.

  This group of people seems to be curled up inside. "

  Mo Lan couldn't help being a little amused when he thought of what had happened before.

  Someone had already finished, but when he found that others were still studying, he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he found a topic for himself, pretended that he hadn't finished it, and continued to study.

  However, other people saw that this person has completed the task and are still studying. After that, these people are more proud than the other. How can they be willing to simply complete the task? Can this be tolerated?

  Go ahead.

  So, the experimental report that finally appeared in front of Mo Lan was thick and thick, and it was full of dry goods.

  Mo Lan reads little by little, summarizes, summarizes, digests, writes, draws, and takes notes.

  The morning passed, Mo Lan closed the last experiment report and left the last paragraph on his notes.

  After finishing writing, close my eyes and deduce ~www.novelmt.com~ The ink cartridge rotates at a high speed, and Mo Lan himself has devoted himself to the calculation.

  Not long, Mo Lan wrote the final conclusion on the notes.

"To sum up, prepare the spell slots in advance and form a spiritual imprint in them. After forcibly opening the channel on the transcendent core through the magic wave method, put the spell slots prepared in advance into it to suppress the soul of the beast. Achieve suppression effect with spiritual brand.

  Use the spell slot to maintain the existence of the mental brand. The control effect can exist for a long time. The specific time remains to be seen. Since the spell slot will be consumed after it is consumed, it will automatically absorb and replenish the mental power of the magic monster. It is expected to last for at least one year.

Note:

  1. The separated spell slot cannot be condensed again before it collapses and can be recovered.

2. The spell slot can only control the beasts of the same rank. According to experiments, after the control is successful, the beast rank can be higher than the spell rank, but the larger the gap, the greater the possibility of breaking out of control. Change the suppression spell slot before opening the gap with the monster rank position. "

  Mo Lan stopped writing, watching this passage quietly, pondering for a moment, and slowly writing a few words while raising his head.

   "It's called a pet contract!"

  (End of this chapter)